Orthodontics

The Giant gets braces today!

Welcome to my world, bro.


Also, Ukelele is officially a proper noun.

I won't, go on and on

A reason I love Tumblr:



The reason I just exploded:

Yay for procrastination.

WAYNE'S WORLD, WAYNE'S WORLD! PARTY TIME! EXCELLENT!



Eh heh.


On Friday night if we don't go to the beach I will be very disappointed in myself for not nagging hard enough.




Excellent facial expressions.


Last night I watched Zombieland. It makes me very happy that I own that movie.
Jesse Eisenberg is the new love of my life (sorry THE PHANTOMMMM).



How could he not be?
Just look!

Jamaican me crazy

Say 'shanty town' in a Jamaican accent.
So enjoyable.

THE PHANTOM HATH STRUCK AGAIN-ETH

So there's someone out there pretending to be a friend of mine and commenting on my blog.
Lolz time.

This is like that episode of Madeline when stuff like mittens and coats and stuff start disappearing and they blame it on Pepito (of course) but it turns out to be a bunch of magpies who are taking them and giving them to homeless people.

But I have a sneaking suspicion that THE PHANTOMMMM (actual name) is not a magpie or a homeless person or a magpie helping a homeless person.

I fucking miss Madeline. I grew up on her. I was so obsessed.
First video movie I ever owned.


Nostalgia.

ALSO

Went to a Chinese restaurant, had this awesome noodle soup.
It was huge.

However, the noodles (of which there are a lot) were not actually noodles, but noodle.

One continuous noodle!

So yeah. Trials and tribulations in regards to cutting the noodle with only the porcelain ladle thingy (I'm so uncultured sometimes ...) and chopsticks but mostly, ONE CONTINUOUS NOODLE!

Dear internet. I'm about to make fun of you.

Internet bandwagons, a parody of.
Day 01 - A picture of yourself:

Yeah so this photo really captures the essence of me:
Fun-loving, quiet, crazy, weird LOL, loud, loving, vulnerable, ihaveatroublingpast, I don't trust anyone, LET ME TELL YOU MY SECRETZ, I don't cry easily, I cry a lot, deeeeeep, ew mainstream.
I really hate myself. I'm so ugly. Do you think I'm pretty?
Comments preez?

Mhmm gurlfrennn

Today's blogosphere pictures.

Thank you WhoWhatWear, you just decided What I am Wearing tomorroW.



This is the hair I would want if I didn't want it long.
Unfortunately, my hair is nothing like that naturally.
Actually, it probably is. I nunno.
But fringe? Neh.


Hoh mah lawd. Look at that layering.



It seems like everyone at school is really irritable/angsty/just plain angry at the moment. This week is the week from hell for SACs and such, as well as folios and drama enembles due (everyone knows about the drama dramas, because drama students are ... dramatic).

Anyway, everyone apart from myself. I've been making a conscious effort to be less of a growler, but I'm not sure anyone's noticed.


HANYWAY. Today my friend asked me if I'm doing anything for my 18th.
I will not be doing anything. Everyone has enough 18ths this year and to be perfectly emo with you I don't think one less will be much of a problem.
Too hard to get to my house.
Frankly, I have a weird mix of friends and they wouldn't all get along.
En plus, contrary to popular belief there are more people I like than there are people who like me.
Wow, I'm really good at selling myself (hello strangers, I do have friends, just not a lot of really close ones!) ...

I've really thought about this a lot.


I just had a good idea for a post.


Brbeezly.

Also,
1.REINDEER HAVE FUZZY ANTLERS (ANTLI)!
2. I think all pluri should end in i.

Mais il m'aime encore,

Et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort.

People put paint on a road!
So cool!



I have realised that I am an intensely weird and dorky.
I don't know why but I appear to have lost my embarrassment factor.

Things that have influenced my epiphany:
1. I will hold a face for a long time, even if you don't look and/or we are in public.
2. On the topic of being in public, I will yell, sing, dance, etc in public with zero embarrassment.
3. I like to pretend to be a cat on people's laps to get their intention. Yes, I force them to stroke my hair.
4. I have a sudoku addiction.
5. I like nerdy people better than a lot of other people.
6. I am generally animate in that geeky person way. \

There are lots of reasons.
Basically.

I quite like it.

FINI.

Nerdfighter.

He is basically awesome.
I agree on everything.

Relaxy waxy.

Being at school means my clothes have to be practical.
Who wants to be practical??
Technically I can wear open toed shoes ... one day a week. This day is Tuesday, by the way.

So I wear leggings. Velvet leggings.
Needless to say, people have been stroking me all day.


Massive t shirt is my brother's. He's on band camp so getting the t shirt wasn't the usual stealth mission into his room.
It was kind of disappointing.
Primark scarf! Primark! Be in Australia! You are so unbelievably cheap!



But see what I mean about practicality? Promotes boring outfits.



UNLESS YOU CAN BE A SUPERHERO.
(The underwear stops my leggings from falling down because the only size I could find was medium.)

FINI.

Also

WHAT A SICK AS TREE!
No, it's not a mood swing it's just how my brain works.
Always happy and sad.

Tell me why,

Ain't nothing but a heartaaache

Tell me wha-ee,

Ain't nothing but a mistaaake,

Tell me wha-ee,

I never wanna hear you saaaaay,


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Want



It



That



Way.

I'm sorry for posting too much today.

But readplatform.com, you bring the lolz.




I'm going to do this:









I was intensely excited about the above picture.



Can you tell it's the holidays?

PS not having Facebook makes you forget that a lot of people exist.
Quality of life = very excellent.

Today I waited til 4.30 to get my formal dress, got it, love it. 10% discount for the most unnoticeable make up marks. Found out that I was correct in thinking I could only pick it up from Aus Post at 4.30 onwards, it was just 4.30 yesterday onwards. Ah well. Got told off by a Scottish man on the way home, but Scottish people's version of humour is normal people's anger so I laughed along with him.

Got a $70 Coles Myer voucher from grateful parents of basketballers (see earlier post) so went with my family to the shopping plaza. Picked out a bra and $15 boy friend jeans from Kmart (hadn't been there in a while!) and was severely impressed with my find.

THEN got to the counter and mum paid for it because 'I don't think it's fair that you spend your part time job money on clothing!' .... uh what else would I spend it on mum? At a Coles Myer franchise? Coming up to casual clothes? The woman is insane, but I let her be crazy this time.
Good crazy is always fun.

But honestly, what else do I spend money on? Maybe beauty products will be the go.

Vair good day.


ANOTHER LONG POST, SUCKED IN!


SUCKAZ

Is this some kind of a SICK JOKE?

My dress arrived at my local post office today.
I'm not allowed to pick it up until 4.30.
Why?
No ones knows!
Why why why? Why would you do that?

Made friends with a bird yesterday.
It loved me.
But still wanted to eat my fingers.

I want these a lot:

Setting something straight.

So.
Lara has dip dye hair.
JJ falls in love with Lara.
THERE IS A DIRECT CONNECTION.

Why, oh why do I have to be Katie Fitch?

Fave:




I definitely have the strangest dreams ever.

Night before last I went to a super rich college on a tropical (yet English?) island. Michael Buble lived on the island and was trying to assassinate someone, Run and Perfect were in it.

We were definitely on a plane at some stage. I think that's how we got to the college.
The teachers did not only write normally on the board but also sideways and upside down.
Teacher: 'Are any of you not used to this style of notes? You will be soon.'


LAST night I was diagnosed with cancer. Yay.
Spent most of the dream crying and hanging out with the boys who didn't seem to care. That's the second dream that they haven't cared that I'm dying!! Bad people.






I gotta stop eating lollies in bed.

Oh i completely forgot

AND I FORGOT THIS.
This one is good.
Very old but good.

I need to rant about my Saturday night.

I went to Matchstick's 18th - it was awesome. Average in terms of her usual parties but still excellent on my scale.
There's are the things that made me giddy:
1. People who didn't judge. In the 'we really don't give a flying fuck and will never say anything about what you're wearing unless you look hot. In that case I will repeatedly tell you, even if I've never met you'.
Comments were rare. Except for towards me but purely because I was the 'so that's how she turned out' kid.
But there were no losers there either.

2. I danced.
For.
Hours.

Not the 'dance gaily while singing along with your bestest buds to your favourite songs'. That kind gets old.
This kind of dancing was in a small room full of people I mostly either didn't know or had only ever facebook-stalked. The music was good but you were so lost in it you didn't care. I danced with my eyes closed for at least an hour and a half. I have about fifty unexplained bruises from boys bashing around that I didn't give a shit about then. No one cared if you didn't dance sexily - all dancing was sexy.
Even when no one knew the song, all these people (there was one other girl) would yell and jump along.
Excellence.
I think I danced with 453743 boys, didn't hook any - I think I'm in an anti hook mind frame because of a couple of my friends' obsession with it.

3. Everyone was interested.
The conversation wasn't polite. It was people talking because they a) wanted to talk or b) wanted to converse with you. There was no 'How aaaaaare you?' from someone you knew you hated. If someone didn't like you they just didn't talk to you. If someone was having a rant about their life you could walk away while they were mid-sentence and no one would give a shit.

4. No one reacted to anything. Near the end of the night a kid came into a room, punched holes in the door and walked out and no one did anything.
We all just sat there trying to figure out if we had just made that up in our minds or if it had actually happened.
Eventually I got up but everyone else continued sitting and staring and saying nothing, like they were before.

5. The whole fucking thing wasn't about girls looking hot or wearing anything they wouldn't wear to school or trying to impress boys in that stupid heels, tits and legs way. Everyone was fucking stunning in their own amazing way that I wish everyone was.

6. I could walk home. I walked home.
The party wasn't in fucking woop woop on the Southside - it was a Northside party a 15 minute walk from my house.
The Northside, where I swear on my life the people and places are cooler. Overall. Don't fucking shoot me, it's true.

8. I got asked so many times if I missed it.
My honest answer?
Fuck yes.

9. Also when I was walking home at 3 am there was a lone hippy guy who went past me on a scooter. It was entertaining.